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beauty?

A pine tree grows
near the road,
its lower branches cut
and its bark cracked.

It looks like
a hobbled old man
who has lost his cane
and his happiness.

A lamppost nearby, carved
of polished black metal,
exudes light and beauty,
truth and pride.The tree,
thinking itself
devoid of all, reaches
with high, gnarled boughs
for the things it lacks
and envies.

But the lamp
hoards its beauty,
and with its pride and light
reveals the ugly truth
of the tree beside it.

Writings

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